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Jan 2019
Muffled whispers
in the dead of night
I'm far out me mind
He's crystal clear
in my sight
Drops of
vermillion
blood
pour
as we
become nocturnal
once more
our twisted fate
is still quite
vernal
clear as
night
we are
written
in the stars
headlights
illuminate
us
from
passing
cars
Samantha Cunha
Written by
Samantha Cunha  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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     Logan Robertson
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